Growing Your Own Friends (The TomRalph Tree)

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Meet two of my friends I’ve met on this journey.  Ralph, the older guy filled with wisdom and God’s love, and Tom the doesn’t look older guy who also is filled with wisdom and God’s love.  Both have been planted in my path by God himself.

I was at a men’s event where I didn’t know a soul there (including my own).  Ralph came up to me and made me feel welcome.  Nothing unusual about that is there?  What was unusual was that he asked a specific question and told me specific things that I had been asking God and expecting only God to give me the  answer.  God was “speaking” to me through some perfect stranger that was soon to become a perfect friend.

Tom came out to the cabin for a few days.  He and Ralph are writing a book about their own spiritual journey.  Many men will relate (Details when the book is published cause I want you my friends to read about their own journeys in this book).  I had never met Tom before.  But as a bunch of us guys were sitting around, I asked him a question that caught him off guard.  Just a simple question it was.  I mean Tom had traveled over a thousand miles to be with Ralph.  They would meet at my cabin to get away and focus on their book.  My question?  Tom, what are you doing here?

A simple question but usually a complicated answer.  Tom couldn’t answer.  Not right off the bat anyways.  I probably came across a little rude in the way I asked this of him.  I mean we had just met, just exchanged pleasantries.  He’s from way up north.  Told me a little about work, family, etc.  And then Boom……. I ask no, what are you really doing here in my cabin down here in little ole Mississippi.

But I felt compelled.  I felt asking to be a “God thing”.  So I asked.  He later explained what and why he was here.  This communication we had established a bond and friendship that will grow.  It will grow like the tree in the picture.

I asked Ralph and Tom to let me take a picture beside a pecan tree that I had just grafted the day before.  This tree is now the Tom/Ralph pecan tree, (or maybe the Ralph/Tom tree).  See, everyday when I hike in the early mornings, I will walk by this tree.  It reminds me of my friends.  I will pray for them when I see this reminder.

I have lots of reminders that I keep to well, remind me of my friendships.  A special knife given to me, a turkey call, a fishing lure, a fishing net, a bird house.  It’s just the way I do things.  I’m basically a loner.  Never have been a BIG social type person.  Put me somewhere in the outdoors with a couple of animals and no people and I’m perfectly happy.  A lot of you reading this now are the same way.  Not my wife Staci!  She’s a social animal.  When I take her to the Jimmy Buffet concert in a few days I’ll be thinking that I’m surrounded by a lot of noisy people.  She’ll be thinking that she’s surrounding by a lot of…..FUN!!!!!   Whoopeeeeee!!!   Everybody sing!!!!!!!!!!

“Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him-a threefold cord is not quickly broken.”  Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

So, maybe at times you are a loner too.  You don’t need a lot of people in your life.  People cause problems anyways right?  Well, that’s true but even the Bible is telling you (and me) that friendships are to make us stronger.  One mistake I made a lot on my journey was this.  I would ask God for something, anything,………. and I would fail to realize He was answering me through the interaction of one of my friends,……. usually one of my “it’s a God thing” friends.

Ralph is 40 miles away, Tom over a thousand.  We don’t see each other that much.  We don’t go to ballgames or play cards.  But,…… and this is important…………. we are connected.  If or When, or Because I need that other part of the rope of friendship,  I know that I can reach out to my fellow brothers.  They are only a phone call away.

In my personal life I’ve met many people on my journey.  But when it’s a “God thing”, it’s a connection that has been “grafted” into my own life and spiritual journey that grows into a lasting friendship.  Even when all alone in the wilderness, I know that there are friends that I’ve met along the way.  Some of my friends were made on a fishin trip.  Some were made with a land deal, on a movie set, a business meeting, or a chance meeting in the middle of nowhere.   Many friends have been made from the travels and writings of this wilderness preacher blog.  I’ve reached out to you, and you’ve reached out to me.  Sounds like a “budding” friendship that can only continue to grow.

Ralph, Tom, Get that book printed.  Let the readers of wilderness preacher be some of the first to get their hands on it.  But more important is that I want to thank you for including me in your spiritual journey.  I’ve seen the “horses” that you have to ride.  You’ve done well Pilgrim!!!!!!!

By the way, take a look at how the Tom/Ralph tree looks after only a couple of weeks.  This tree as well as your own lives Tom and Ralph are producing fruit in the future.

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Why You Don’t Fit In

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Well, it’s started.  My dream of building my own log house, it’s now a reality.  The first step anyways.  The first of many logs has been cut, scraped free of bark, and now marked for it’s place in the wall.  But there’s a problem.  It doesn’t fit in.

I’ve read the how to book over and over.  I marked where the chainsaw and I are going to “dance” on this log.  It’s a big log.  It’s hard to maneuver.  But one thing I’m quickly learning about cutting and crafting big logs into a log home I will call my own.  It takes time.  It takes patience.  AND,   it takes small moves a little at the time that gradually turn into a big change.

First I had to move this log about 40 yards.  How do you move 1800 pounds of wood when I can only pick up oh, about 75 lbs myself?  You use lifts with wheels, also roll bars, also cant hooks.  See, I’ve got equipment to help me roll, slide, and move these heavy logs.  But honestly what I’ve come to grips with is this.  To move this massive log several yards means that I move it several inches at a time.  Over and over, until it is where it’s supposed to be.

Then the DANCE!  Funny how a chainsaw has become my constant companion.  Over the years, I’ve had more difficult and aggravating times with a chainsaw while growing up on the farm.  Mainly cause they wouldn’t crank. They’d make me madder than a wet hen. I threw one into a lake one time.  Sold one to a friend for 5 dollars one time.  It wouldn’t crank so it was worthless to me.  Naturally he could crank it.

But the chainsaw I have now is my constant companion.  I keep it fine tuned, sharp, and ready to run.  It’ll crank in three pulls or less.  I dance with this saw as I cut and carve each log to fit.  Lots of cuts at certain angles.  Carving on each log that will in turn cause it to fit with the next log……..which cause it to fit and turn into a log house.  Again I’m seeing a trend here.  It takes small moves a little at the time that gradually turn into a big change.

What’s crazy is that I’m using logs that look straight, but are actually  crooked, bent, having all kinds of curves and crevices.  But when the chainsaw and I get finished with the “dance” on them, they fit each other tight.  Tight as skinny jeans on that worship leader guy.

I’m using what’s called a scriber.  Without boring you with details, basically it’s a contraption that you must keep level at all times.  It has two pens on it that mark where the two logs will touch.  You take your chainsaw and cut at the pen mark.  Funny thing is, you flip the log upside down to cut it.  You don’t know if it’s going to fit until you flip it back over.  Then voila!!! if all markings were done correctly, the dance was done with precision and all cuts made precisely……..you got a log that fits!!!!  Tighter than a pair of jeans on ……. well you get the idea!

a good fit

But now let’s talk about you.  You feel that you don’t fit in, huh.  What, with other people?  Those friends, or that special someone?   Or is it you don’t fit in with this spiritual walk you are on?  These logs are a good visual example of what it takes to fit in.  When you want to fit in with other people you realize that we all are different with our own crooks and crevices.  Our own personalities and ways.  Our strengths and our weaknesses.  Just like the logs, its difficult to really fit in when you try to be like the other log instead of being yourself.

I don’t need to be like the other log.  I need to let God “dance” on and with me.  Let Him carve me into what He has in store for me.  What he has planned for me.  By letting God work/carve/dance with me, this will in turn help me to fit in with my own spiritual journey.  And get this…… His will in my life will allow me to fit in with friends and even that special someone.

 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 14 I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity Jeremiah 29: 11-14

So, if you want to fit in, then it’s you and God.  Seek His will.  Pray to Him.  Pray with Him.  “Dance” with Him.  Yep, He’ll have to carve on ya’ a little.  But it’s not to hurt you, it’s to cause you to fit in.  In your mind you were picturing two logs fitting together.  In God’s mind it’s a much bigger and better plan.  It’s in His house!!

See Ya!   Dan Ainsworth wilderness preacher, chain saw dancer, fittin’ in with God’s plans

Fishing with The Queens of Heart

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This Sunday School class wanted to come eat fish.  More than that they wanted to come catch fish.  They brought joy to my heart.  Why?  Cause when I’m 96 I hope to still be fishin’!

Yep, one lady was 96.   Another was ninety-two.  Then a few in their 80’s, or really they would say 39 and holding.  But they all belong to the same Sunday School Class.  They also really belong to each other.  Today, they belong to me.  I’m going to make sure they have a good time at the cabin and lake.

It was a chilly day.  The wind was gonna be bothersome.  But hey, a day fishin’ is better than a day doing whatever, right?  The ladies, (and a couple of guys) got out of the van.  Greetings were exchanged.  They looked around the place, casually walked down to the lake, and then……

There were some chairs we had placed in the yard next to the lake.  The ladies spotted them and claimed each one of them.  It was obvious they were enjoying themselves on their outdoor adventure.  Honestly, they would have been thrilled just to sit there and enjoy nature and each other’s company.  But they came to fish, so then……..

One of the ladies grabbed a cane pole.  While all her friends were still sitting (and watching), she baits her hook and lowers the cork and bait into the water.  It wasn’t ten seconds before she’s hauling out a beautiful catfish.  And then,…….

Well, those ladies were after those fish like a pack of dogs on a 3-legged cat.  I mean they jumped out of the chairs, made a bee line for the fishin’ poles, and it was on then buddy.  It looked like a mad dash at the opening of Wal-Mart.  It looked like……

Have you ever been to a picnic with a bunch of Baptists?  When someone brings out the bucket of chicken, they jump on it.  That’s what these ladies did.  They jumped on going fishin’.  Chairs were knocked over (they didn’t even notice).  Poles got tangled up as they started this adventure.  But from the bottom of my heart, they made my day.

Excitement was in the air.  All were catching fish. They caught 60. I should know because Jodi and I cleaned them.  It was a good time all around.

The only casting these ladies did today was with the rod and reels.  The catfish were big, so the cane poles didn’t last long.  Ladies, you come back any time.  The joy you possess in your hearts is contagious.  Everyone there that day couldn’t be helped but be renewed in their own hearts with joy.  Especially me.  I was busy “helping others”, but in turn it gave me such a blessing of joy.  Thanks for comin’ Ladies Sunday School Class.
I’m working on that alligator hunt for ya’ll.  We’ll need to include your pastor!  He can be the bait!!
See Ya!!  Dan Ainsworth wilderness preacher, part time fishin’ guide, full time experiencing God’s blessings